Sunday, May 02, 2010

Worst. Apocalypse. Ever.

Anyone else feeling slightly apocalyptic this morning, what with the catastrophe off the gulf coast, the narrowly averted catastrophe in Times Square, and the coming entitlement catastrophe? Then I've got the perfect soundtrack for you. Might as well dance toward the dawn with death trailing behind while the whole sh*thouse goes up in flames!

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The last few days I have been thinking of Mel Gibson's "Apocalypto". Particularly the scene of the escaping man who tells his vision. This thought was very strong after the GDP numbers were released on Friday. A strong desire in me said "Sell in May and Walk Away". We have a man-boy at the helm and I sense no good will come of it. I sense a spear from heaven is headed straight towards my chest. I guess I am paranoid.

Yep. I reckon it ain't paranoia if it's true. It's been building for quite some time, and feels like it has an ominous life of it's own.

I mean, we ain't talkin' about garden variety demons here; this is principality and rulers of darkness kinda stuff headin' our way, and Obamao is gleefully ushering it in.I believe Will calls it the "Quickening."Best to be prepared.

As a comment I read last year said (can't recall the author's name):"This is the worst apocalypse ever!"

can there be a real apocalypse if 7 people bow down to this post, One COsmos? Can we not begin a new world with 8 people?I agree w greyniffler that the evidence for today's Acpocoypticness is in the NYT article of 4/30 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/02/business/02gret.html?ref=businessGM

BTW, I used to post here as njcommuter, a moniker I use elsewhere (NOT related to the traffic web site of that name!). But since GB now wants a real ID of some sort, and since my Google ID is the HP-themed one, the secret is out: NJ Commuter is Grey Niffler.

Yes, I'm starting to wonder if Terence McKenna might have been correct after all about 2012....

Even if the Republicans get a huge victory in November, it will totally backfire and redound to Obama's benefit, because they either won't do what is necessary and take pliers and blowtorch to the federal government, or they will be depicted as bad guys if they do. It's a lose-lose-lose situation.

what makes you think some of us ain't chicks? ahem.we could do it with ALL chicks, all hermaphrodites, or a mix of chicks and dudes. I am reading the interesting book titled "The Red Queen" on why we (creatures) have sex and two genders. All chicks would work - but not for that long. So, agreed, we need a nice gender mix for conflict and consensus, forward movement and staying in the same place.

Must be something going around...Beneath the dark cloud for the last few days, too.Understand the desire to just walk away, but I fear being the horseshoe nail for want of which the whole thing was lost. 'Cause you never can tell who it might be that turns the tide.

Apocalyptic indicators: Crime is on the rise in parts of Texas. Cowboy has been burglarized twice in the past month. Just last week his and 10 other cars on his street in upscale Westlake were ransacked.

Ugh, after reading recently about the worst totalitarian hell-hole on earth (N. Korea), and what people endure there, I couldn't help but catch a vision of how very bad it can get. Namely, as bad as it is... much, much worse.

A direct quote from the man who wrote an even better anthem of apocalypse. (Yeah, I know the song is largely adolescent/melodramatic overkill, but I still intend to blast this one on the CD player when that Seventh Trumpet shakes the planet...)

My wife was in Times Square until about 6:25 that night, as it turns out. She had planned a weekend with friends in the city for some time. We are only about 2 hours from the city yet average maybe 1 trip there every couple of years. I was not with her, but being "so close" to the "almost", I'm not sure what to make of it...What to make of it with cooneyes, maybe is what I mean.

I don't want to, but I have to in this case rule out that she is SuperGirl, because it is a fact that she and her friends were planning the trip for some time. As I said. In other words, it wasn't just like in the middle of supper she says, "Honey, I have to go. BRB."

It will be interesting to see how this Times Square scenario plays out. I have an uneasy feeling about it either way--besides the fact that some nutjob tried to set off a bomb in Times Square that is. Which is disturbing enough.

But on the chance it is "home-grown" one can expect a rabid media circus of anti-tea party insanity. This will be taken as "proof" regardless of who actually did it, as the right creating an "environment" for this type of violent behavior.

Of course if it is islamic terrorist inspired, we will be cautioned to remain calm and that this is only a "one-off" event.

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